Fertility Down: Chapter 4. Future Solutions

Chapter 4: Future Solutions

I walked into the main office and there was a slick attractive woman standing at the large desk the receptionist sits at when you come in. She seemed to know me right away because she turned to me and put on a big smile for me.

“Hi Logan. I’m from Future Solutions.” She stuck out her hand for a hand shake. Her outfit if you could call it that, almost seamed like it came from a Halloween shop labeled “Sexy Professional” of something. Her large bust had a decent amount of cleavage out. I could tell this was a trick for guys to sign up for exclusive contracts. Sex sells and always will. Frankly it would have worked quite well on me if I hadn’t just cum 10 minutes ago.

“Hi.” I tried to sound confident and failed. “How can I help you?”

“Well I got the school to give us a private room to talk in. I wanted to discuss some options you have available. “ She was making non stop eye contact… which was way too uncomfortable for me form someone that attractive. “So if you could follow me.”

We walked back into the main office. Someplace i’m glad to say I’ve never been in. We came across a room that was labed. ‘Conference Room’. She opened the door. Put her bag down at the end of the table furthest away from the door. I could see her hand move up to her neck for a second and then she turned around.

She managed to do another button on her blouse. At was clear now that she wasn’t wearing a bra because I could now see the center of her chest between her breasts. Even though I just had the best sexual experience of my life. My penis couldn’t stand idly by. He decided to go to half mast.

“Have you heard of Future Solutions?” Thats when I looked up at her face and noticed she was looking at me with a smile. She knew what she was doing. I’m not sure if she liked it or if it was just her job.

“No honestly. I’m guessing your company is for donations?”

“Simply put yes.” She put her arms in a way that pushed her breasts together. “We are a very exclusive company. For very discrete donors and discrete clients.” She slid over some papers. I glanced through them quickly. It was mostly generic boiler plate donor information. Until I got to the last page.

“As you’ll see we are willing to out bid any other company. Most companies just look for any man who has viable samples. We only except the cream of the crop.” I glanced up at her. She was now leaning forward and pushing her breasts together at the same time. I had to try hard to look her in the eyes now.

“I don’t understand. What clasifies as the ‘cream of the crop’?”

“I’m glad you asked.” She leaned back and stood up and started to walk around the room as she talked. “We obtained the genetic break down of your samples and DNA. We also looked into your grades and your college applications.”

“How did you?”

“Lets not get into too much detail about that.” She interrupted. “You’re 6’ or taller. You have very minimal carriers for diseases or cancers. And you have been excepted into all of the college’s you’ve applied to.”

“But I didn’t get back any acceptance letters yet.”

“They’ll be coming in a few weeks. So you see as a tall white college student with good genes you are the crème of the crop.” She slipped in the ‘white’ casually as if it was normal. I started to look through the paperwork again. I glanced at the pictures quickly. It was just white people in the pictures. Coincidence maybe? I know there was a discussion a few years ago about couples wanting to choose the race of the donor sperm. It would make sense for a white, hispanic, black, asian, and middle eastern couple to choose to want a donor the same race as the husband to make things seem more nomral. But legislation shot it down quickly seeing it as a way to discriminate against certain samples.

The way around this seemed to be private companies only obtaining the ‘creme’ as they put it. This way parents don’t need to request it because they know all the samples will be the ‘creme’. I’d be offended if it wasn’t the the crazy amount of money they were offering. Then again this could be a misunderstanding. So I’ll try to test the waters.

“Well according to my genetic ancestry I’m 3% North African.” I made sure to look at her for a response. She didn’t flinch.

“Logan. You’re white. The number is actually closer to 2.5%, which is just as much Neanderthal you have as well. Even if you were black we have a seperate sister company for that as well.”

They must have a different company for each race. Makes sense… but does that make it less racist? Does it make it ok? How did she know those %s off the top of her head so quickly? She wasn’t just eye candly to make men mealt into a deal, she is smart and calculating. This made me more serious about this whole thing.

“So the lowest level entry contract says it’s $20,000. I sign for a 3 year deal. Each year if I meet a quota I get a raise of 5% per donation. “ She stook up straight as I was talking. “What exactly is the quota?”

She smiled. “ 5 donations a month.”

“That’s a big quota.”

“We pay very well for it. You’ll make over a million your first year if you make that quota. “ She slides over a folder. I open it up and it’s a contract. The contract numbers are what we talked about.

“Five donations is a lot. I wouldn’t be able to have sex for about half of the month to make that quota for a proper sample.” I stared at her to see if she would say anything.

“It’s still a lot of money, quota or no quota. I doubt you’ll get a better offer.” She said trying to push it through.

Why was she here right away and making me sign a contract right away? There must be a lot of competition with private companies like this. I might have 10 more offers later today or this week. Could they be better?
“I don’t know. I think I should wait”

“Ok. How about this.” She took the contract away from me and slid a different folder to me from her bag. This one was $25,000 per donation with a quota of 3 donations a month. My heart was racing. I couldn’t even fathom that kind of money and little requirements. My anxiety was going through the roof. I was just going through all the wording carefully to try to calm myself down.

“Is that better?” She sounded less confident now. Like she was worried I’d say no. I realized she must be doing this by commission. I noticed she went to the door. I couldn’t even look up from the paper I was so nervous. Then I heard her lock the door. For a quick second I thought I was in danger.

“This looks pretty good.” Was all I could get out. I didn’t want to look up because I knew she would try another trick. “I should get this looked at by a lawyer I think.”

I heard her audibly sigh in frustration. “This is the last offer. I can’t let you leave here without signing.”

She grabbed the contract I was looking at. She seemed annoyed. And handed me a different folder. I glanced at it. It was $30,000 per donation. No quota. Guaranteed raise every year per donation. I couldn’t see a reason not to sign.

“Where would I donate for your company?”

“Thats a good question.” She seem to sound relieved. “You would do the donations at your home. We would give you the equipment. You would press a button and someone will be at your home to pick up the sample within the hour.”

I finally looked up at her. She took off her blouse while I was staring at the contracts. I didn’t know what to do. She came around the table until she was right behind me. She put her breasts against the back of my head.

“Does that mean we have a deal?”

“ How do I know you don’t have another folder in your bag with a better offer?”

She spun my chair around. My face was inches from her large breasts.

“Because the last offer is me on top.” She paused for a second. “as well as this current contract.”

She leaned down and started to undo my pants. My erection trying to break free of my jeans. My cock seemed unfazed by the back to back periods of sex. She slid my pants and underwear off.

“Oh I see I’m going to need some help with this.” She leaned forward across the table to her back and pulled out a bottle of lube. She put some on her hands. She hiked up her skirt and rubbed the lube onto her pussy and then my cock. “That should do it.”

She straddled me in the chair and slowly put my cock inside of her. It felt amazing. Her huge tits where in my face as an added bonus. She looked down at me and put her finger to her lips and shhed me. I forgot we were in the main office. If I hadn’t just cum the period before I would have cum already.

After about 5 minutes I could tells she was finally getting into it more. Before it almost seemed like it was part of her job, now I could feel her pussy getting even more wet. She started digging into my skin with her nails. She started to ride me harder and faster. Finally She leaned down and kissed me on my lips. Thats when I noticed her starting to grunt silently. She was about to cum.

This was more than I could handle. My cock instantly started to get close just as I could tell she was about to cum. I broke the kiss to look at her trying to signal I was about to cum. She just leaned down to my ear and whispered.

“Cum deep in me.”

And I did. I don’t remember anything for the next minute until. I just remember her whispering in my ear again.

“Thats what $30,000 worth of sample feels like inside me.” She kissed me on the cheek and slowly got off.

My half hard cock just slapped down onto my thigh covered in my cum and her juices. She bent down and started to pull up my pants for me.

“Here you go sir.” She said with a smile. “welcome to future solutions.”